The other day I went to a corn hole tournament sponsored by the St. Paul Men’s Club. What, you ask, is a corn hole tournament? That’s what I asked myself. Preceding the faithful day, e-mail messages flew through cyberspace asking for attendees to bring their boards because there might be a shortage. I scratched my head but looked forward to a night out with the “da guys”.
Pizza and beer flowed freely in the church parking lot, while the boards were set up. Well, the game was actually a bean bag toss. I could do that, I thought. My partner and I did well the first game but we lost the next two – a double elimination.
I stayed the rest of the evening joking with the guys and watched with fascination at the precision with which these men tossed those bean bags the thirty plus feet. A total entertaining evening.
The next day I “googled” corn hole. To my amazement corn holing is a widespread phenomenon and has been popular for a good number of years. I wondered where was I?
Anyway I found multiple pieces of candy this day. A night out with a bunch of guys is very rewarding these days. Seems that many of the get-togethers I go to have a predominance of women – a sign of the age. I compounded my daily pleasure by learning something I never heard of before – happy corn holing to all!
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